Is It Real? (USA)
by Kerry Blower

I have always felt quite different all of my life and as I grew up, I was very much a loner. I came from an unhappy family and I never fit in. I became a singer and made my living from it. I met my husband in a band. My life was fine for years. I did not want for anything. I made good money, smoked and drank heavily and ate meat. I liked to live life to the full (in the old world sense).

In 1989 I began to feel an emptiness inside. I stopped drinking (for some reason) and it caused arguments with my husband because i stopped going out, also. The went on for about six months. Then, one day, whilst I was on an outing with my family, I was awakened from the back seat of the car by a voice in my head. I sat up and grabbed hold of the front seat.

"We are ready to show ourselves," the voice said. "You are ready to go on your mission." Nothing like this had ever happened to me. As I sat there ion shock, my husband suddenly shouted, "What's that in the sky?" He stopped the car and we all got out. I looked up and saw a gold ball just hanging in the sky. All eight members of my family saw it, too, and watched it for ten minutes, when it suddenly reduced in size and sped off. This ten-minute event totally changed my entire life.

I devoured every book on UFO's and went to every UFO conference in Britain. I gave up smoking, eating meat and drinking over the next two years without exerting any will power at all. I changed our stage show to incorporate songs about our world and ET's. I wanted the world to know what had happened to me. I went through the ridicule thing and came out the other side with an inner strength.

I started to hold conferences single handedly and I enjoyed every minute. I thought this must be my mission. I was drawn to live in Crop Circle country as I need to be near them and the stone circles for some reason that i don't yet know. I made a TV documentary in 1996 looking at how an ordinary person can have such an extraordinary experience.

It has not been an easy time over the past seven years, and far too much has happened to write about here. I have cried a lot and I have felt that maybe I am going mad. I sit on the tops of mountains wanting to "go home." I have been so confused and it is only now that I'm really starting to accept what has happened to me.

It all happened so quickly. The only thing that really allows me to accept that this is real is other people's stories and how similar they are to mine.